Only Me

October 17, 2009
By lorena guerrero BRONZE, Los Angeles, California
lorena guerrero BRONZE, Los Angeles, California
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Me
Who am I?
No one knows,
Only me.

People know my name,
They know me by sight,
But not by my soul.
They know I’m quiet,
But that’s all.

They think I’m shy,
But I’m not.
They call me weird,
A freak,
Crazy even,
But they cannot bring themselves
Or cannot think,
To say that one word
That really describes me:
Different.

They don’t come near me,
They’re scared of me,
So I walk alone always,
And no one joins me in this battle,
To bring true individuality,
For that is what I am doing.
Would you?


The author's comments:
What inspired me to write this poem was what I saw happening around me. If you don't fit in to any group, you get ignored and beaten down. What I hope people will get from my poem is the pride of being an individual, a person all your own.

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